It’s been an ok week. Some days were bad, most days were good. How often have I always looked forward to the weekend, thinking I could use it for catching up with school-related work, and end up  getting close to nothing accomplished?

I just saw 50% of my weekend slip away from me yesterday. I woke very early to go to school for sports day and ended up wasting my whole morning there. I had to rush all the way home to practice with the piano accompanist, eat lunch quickly, then rush out again for TF outing. I didn’t waste my time there, but by the time I finally got home, it was 10 plus.

Today, wasn’t as bad, but I’d rate it at 60% of the Saturday rush.

Sigh. And by ranting here, I’ve wasted another 10 minutes.

This afternoon, I was thinking and it suddenly occurred to me – isn’t the somewhat consoling statement “There’s no right or wrong answer” so ironical? Think about it - is that supposed to be right or wrong?